Admittedly I haven’t read the book and there are probably things that I’m missing here. My initial excitement has died down a little and I’m coming back to reality.
There used to be these people back in the 90s who the most pressing issue in their lives seemed to be that they couldn't get takeaway in containers like they saw on Seinfeld. Horribly, they appear to have procreated. Ain't a terminally self-absorbed fanboy a wonderful thing,
this has to be one of the nastier passages from the book:
“... Make sure when Cam finds it that you subtly repost where Hager lives...Those Chinese can be very vicious when they lose face....Chop chop for Nicky. Shame Russians don’t seem affected but our Chinese friends need a helping hand.”
When Hager spoke here in Chch sometime after the publication of The Hollow Men he was asked if he ever feared for his safety. He replied that he'd probably be at greater risk if he were covering Fair Go issues rather than politics. He saw this as evidence of the relatively benign political environment in NZ, and believed that by exposing the things he did he was helping to keep it that way.
let the flensing begin!
Far more so that Slater, Farrar has been willing to criticise National on matters where he has a clear difference of opinion. That’s never seemed to be the case with Slater.
Oh come on. Slater has never hid the fact that he belongs to a particular National faction, and hasn't held back from attacking those within the Government who might obstruct the ambitions of his enablers. While he's rarely criticised Key, he's never missed an opportunity to dump on Brownlee, presumably because it suits Collins's purposes.
I disagree with Farrar on a lot, but he’s always seemed to be basically straight up. I’ve no doubt he’s received tips from political insiders (as do most political journalists as Russell pointed out) but tend to assume he’s not involved in the outright spin in the same way that Slater seems to be.
As the Greaseball has put it himself, "I am also not a soft pudding of man like David Farrar".
You’re paranoid, delusional and I’m more than a little embarrassed for Peter Dunne that his party’s biggest supporter is such a weird crackpot.
Is Pete George UF now? I thought he was ACT. Huh #needscorecard
Does it matter any more? Is there a name for the cognitive impairment that prevents its sufferers from realising they'd be better off waving their metaphorical wooden legs instead of attempting to run with them?
The Key’s a Jew schtick seems to attract some very confused people. At the time of Lou Reed’s death there was post on a deservedly obscure blog damning “Jewkey” and Jews in general, after which the author waxed maudlin about what a great loss to the world Lou Reed was.
I would say that the name Shylock is more or less unknown to the majority of Pakeha New Zealanders, let alone the PI and Asian ones, and expecting everyone to understand his character in the context of 16th century anti-semitism or else suffer the scorn of the chattering classes smacks of intellectual snobbery.
What a pile of attempted condescending crap, delivered from somewhere below ankle-height. Linwood College here in Chch staged The Merchant of Venice back before the earthquakes, with a multi-ethnic cast and a female Shylock. As a relatively downmarket school without a hall the production was held in the gym, with the audience surrounding the action.
The innovative touches dreamed up by the kids, such as Portia and Nerissa’s getting around by scooter, and the multimedia projected online dating Venetian style, went over a treat. Shylock’s dropping her pound of flesh knife to vibrate point downwards in the gym floor would probably have impressed even Tom Semmens’s salt of the earth meathead study subjects
It’s also not as if it is an everyday word used in a loosely pejorative way in the avenues and alleyways of Aotearoa.
For whatever it's worth, there's a Shylocks hairdressers in Upper Riccarton.
Isn’t that the LBJ Playbook?
As the old saying goes, If you’re explaining, you’re losing. Or, more pungently, there’s the (possibly true!) story about LBJ spreading a rumor that his opponent was a pig-f*cker. Aide: “Lyndon, you know he doesn’t do that!” Johnson: “I know. I just want to make him deny it.”
If you’re denying, you’re losing .
And it was only a matter of time before LBJ’s enablers were defending him from an allegation of necrophilia.
For the most part, NZ political commentary is a sheltered workshop.